Chapter 5: How About You Take Those Tits Out, Miss?

Chapter 5: 5: How About You Take Those Tits Out, Miss?

"Well, would you look at that? I thought you were a hardworking young lady."

It had been a while since I played an older man, but I committed myself to the role.

Right now, I was a perverted security guard in his fifties.

If he found a young woman masturbating in the office, this was how he would talk.

"I never would’ve guessed it. You looked like such a proper little lady, you know?"

Using the oily tone of a creepy middle-aged man, I approached Selena.

I stopped so close that I could almost brush against her enormous breasts.

"Never imagined you were the kind of pervert who stays behind to play with her nipples in the office."

"..."

The moment our eyes met, Selena tried to look away.

"I’m... not that kind of person."

"You’re not? Then what’s this?"

I showed her the photograph I had just taken.

In it, Selena was unmistakably masturbating.

She was fondling her chest, legs slightly spread, with one hand beneath her skirt.

Even her expression—usually cold as ice—had become unmistakably feminine.

"Mmm..."

Selena spoke in a trembling voice.

"Please... delete the picture."

"Well now. If a pretty young lady tells me to delete it without offering anything in return, am I supposed to obey?"

"...Then..."

"If you grant this old man a little wish, I might consider it."

It was a blackmail line so clichéd it could have come from a cheap drama.

Yet saying it myself made the threat feel strangely real.

Selena cautiously raised her face toward me.

"What... do you want?"

Her usual cold expression had mixed with a look of wounded indignation.

The expression itself looked genuinely resentful, as if she were truly being blackmailed.

But her hands had been fidgeting restlessly in her lap for some time.

As though she were waiting for something.

"What exactly... do you want from me?"

"Those tits."

"...What?"

Selena’s head snapped up.

Her eyes asked whether she could possibly have heard correctly.

I rubbed my chin and grinned.

"Those tits have been bothering me ever since I first saw you."

"T-tits...?"

Selena quickly covered her chest.

"You know what I mean. That’s where they are."

"...What are you planning to d-do with them?"

"This old man wants a good look."

I tapped the shoulders of the suit she was clutching shut.

"Mm..."

Selena understood. She gave a small nod.

"All... right."

Carefully, she brought her hands to her chest.

One by one, the buttons came undone.

"Heh hehe..."

I watched her strip with the filthy smile of an old pervert.

Come to think of it, I had never seen Selena wear anything but a suit in the two years I had known her.

A white blouse hiding her chest, beneath a dark suit.

I had imagined tearing those clothes open dozens of times, but in reality, all I had ever done was steal glances at the way her breasts moved.

But now...

Button by button, Selena was opening her blouse for me with her own hands.

That alone had me close to fully erect.

Thinking that she was doing it because she had been blackmailed made it even hotter.

"I’ve... undone them all."

"...Gulp."

Holy shit.

I swallowed without meaning to.

Those breasts were more violently overwhelming than I had imagined.

The photograph she had sent by DM could not begin to compare with seeing them in person.

The sight was enough to make my head spin.

"I-is this enough?"

The breasts were incredible, but more than anything...

That embarrassed expression on Selena’s face was driving me insane.

I had never seen her look like that in my life.

"Heh... Damn, miss. Those are some serious tits."

"..."

"And you’re wearing such a slutty little tit-holder too. Is that your taste?"

"Th-this isn’t like that! It’s underwear for professional settings."

Professional-setting underwear?

Was that a thing?

"...I only chose something appropriate under a suit."

"Heh heh. You wear a dirty little tit-holder like this for your career?"

I hooked a finger under the bra strap and snapped it.

Twaaang. Jiggle.

"Hnn...!"

Fuck. The movement rolled through her breasts like a wave.

How soft were they?

I wanted to bury my face in them and breathe her in immediately.

But right now, I was a security guard in his fifties.

I needed to behave like a proper middle-aged pervert.

"Should this old man guess where your nipples are?"

"M-my nipples...?"

"Stay right there."

I raised both index fingers and slowly circled them in the air before her bra.

"Ah..."

Selena seemed to understand what I intended.

She closed her eyes tightly and offered her chest without moving.

"I’m going to poke them in one try. You tell me whether I’m right."

"...All right."

Then let the nipple-guessing game begin.

I circled my fingers in the air, then pressed both index fingers firmly into the black bra.

"Mmm..."

My fingers sank deep.

Her breasts were so enormous that it felt as though I could keep pushing forever.

"Here?"

"Ah..."

Selena shook her head faintly.

"...No."

"No? Isn’t it at the end right here?"

"...It’s somewhere a little different."

"Hey now, quiet. You can’t give me the answer. I said I’d find them myself."

"..."

Without another word, Selena pushed her breasts toward me again.

"I’m really going for it this time."

"Hh..."

I hadn’t even touched her yet, but her body twitched.

Surely she wasn’t looking forward to being poked.

To find out, I tried again.

My fingers circled.

Then pressed.

"Mmm—ah! Hhk!"

Selena cried out, then hurriedly covered her mouth.

"It’s fine. You can make noise."

"I-it was too loud."

"I said it’s all right. You can be loud in front of me."

"But..."

"Your nipples are here, aren’t they?"

I brushed the places that felt like her nipples through the bra.

"Hnn...!"

"That’s right, isn’t it?"

"Mmh... mm..."

Her body kept twitching.

I flicked my fingers repeatedly over her nipples.

Honestly, there was no way I could miss anymore.

They had been hardening this entire time.

Now they were stiff enough to show as small peaks through the bra.

I teased them with restless fingertips.

"Mm... hnn...!"

"Hehe. I found them, didn’t I?"

I rubbed and flicked them through the fabric, drawing another louder cry from her.

"Mmm... ahh...!"

Our manager was remarkably sensitive.

I had not touched anywhere else. I was doing nothing but flicking her nipples, through her bra at that.

Yet Selena’s body trembled as increasingly faint moans escaped her.

"Mmm... mmh... hh... hnn..."

It was my first time hearing Manager Selena moan.

The woman who always looked rigid and businesslike was making such shameless, needy noises just because someone flicked her nipples.

My erection would not settle down.

I could no longer wait.

I pulled the upper edge of her bra down.

"Ah... mm."

The bra was fairly elastic, but I forced it lower.

Her huge breasts shook free, and the bra slipped beneath them in one motion.

Two already-stiff, pale-pink nipples appeared before my eyes.

"Pink nipples. You take good care of them, don’t you?"

"...I don’t do anything special..."

"So they’re naturally like this? Damn. That’s impressive."

"..."

"That was a compliment. Your nipples are pretty, so I complimented you. When someone praises you, you should thank them."

"...Mmm. Thank you."

Her nipples twitched.

Hm?

Being forced to thank me had made them even harder.

"Thank you for... praising my tits—my nipples."

She even added a line I had not told her to say.

Manager Selena...

You couldn’t possibly be enjoying being sexually harassed by an older man, could you?

Her shamelessness deserved punishment, so I began rolling one bare nipple beneath my finger.

"Mmmhnnn..."

A strange sound slipped from her throat.

Her lips struggled to hold everything in while her moans kept breaking free on their own.

I worked her nipples relentlessly.

Sometimes I caught one between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it gently.

"Mmm... ahh...!"

Sometimes I pressed the hardened point flat.

"Mmhhaa..."

Then I pulled it outward.

"Mmm—ah! D-don’t pull it...!"

"Pulling is no good?"

"...No."

She had done nothing but moan through everything else, yet she stopped me only when I pulled.

So everything else was fine?

"I read somewhere that pulling them makes them stretch..."

"Ah, we can’t have that. Wouldn’t want to ruin such pretty nipples."

"...Right."

"Who are you keeping them pretty for?"

"...What?"

The unexpected question made Selena flinch.

"You must have someone to show them to if you care about their shape."

"No. I don’t."

"No boyfriend?"

"...No."

"Heh. You walk around with tits like these and still don’t have a boyfriend?"

I pinched both nipples firmly, demanding an answer.

"Tell me."

"I really don’t. I-I’ve done nothing but work..."

"Then this old man can be your boyfriend."

"...?!"

"Why not? I’ve already seen your nipples. That makes me your boyfriend now."

"Wh-what kind of ridiculous logic is that?!"

Selena’s brows drew together.

Her expression twisted in indignation.

Yet her nipples stood even harder.

"If you refuse to make me your boyfriend, who knows? I might carry that pretty photograph around and accidentally let someone else see it."

"Th-that can’t happen!"

"Then you’ll let me be your boyfriend, won’t you?"

I slowly rolled her nipples, urging her to answer.

"Mmm... hnn...!"

"Answer me."

"Mmmh... I-I will. I will...!"

"Louder."

"Please be my boyfriend... sir! Mmmhnn...!"

Selena said it with a frustrated expression, as though the words had been forced from her.

But her legs squeezed tighter together, her breathing grew faster, and her nipples had hardened almost like stone.

So this was her taste.

"Then we should do something nice to celebrate becoming a couple."

"...What?"

I lowered my zipper and took out my cock.

"Hh...?!"

My erection stood rigidly upright.

It was the cock that had made Selena contact me after seeing only a photograph.

A cock larger than the Monster can.

"You should greet your other boyfriend too."

"Ah..."

Selena could not take her eyes off it.